well was saying. "If any one
were to see you and know you, your father would find you out and bring
you back. No one will know you at Little Corners. That's a place which
most honest people let alone. You'll like Boswell--every one does--after
the first. He'll put you in the way of helping yourself, and your people
may still hold their belief about you and Jerry-Jo, since it makes things
easier for them."

"Yes; they must believe that until----" But Priscilla did not finish the
sentence.

The two sat silent for a few minutes while the tired dogs upon the hearth
breathed loud and evenly. Then at last Priscilla asked:

"When do we start, Master Farwell?"

"Start? Oh, to be sure. I had forgotten." Farwell roused himself from his
lethargy. "We start at once; in an hour or two at the latest. I will nap
here on the couch; you must rest as best you can. There's a long coat and
a hat in yonder bundle. They must serve you until you meet Boswell. He'll
rig you out in some town before you reach civilization. Here's the money;
take wallet and all. Hide it somewhere, Priscilla." Farwell was on his
feet and active once more.

"Go in an hour or two?" gasped Priscilla absentmindedly, following
Farwell's words and accepting the money with a long, tender look of
gratitude. "In an hour or two? Why, you've only just come in, Master
Farwell!"

"What matters? After to-morrow I shall have time to rest and sleep to my
fill."

"You will--miss me, Master Farwell?" Priscilla's eyes were dim. "I would
like to have some one--miss me!"

"I shall, indeed, miss you! You can never understand what you have meant
to me, Priscilla. I cannot make you understand; I shall not try; but in
helping you I have perhaps helped myself. I cannot walk out of the
In-Place beside you, as I would like to do--not now. Maybe a long time
hence, some day, I may follow!"

Farwell's excitement showed in his eyes and voice and wiped out the
weariness of his face.

"You mean that, Master Farwell? You are not trying to comfort me?"

"No; I am comforting myself!"

Then, forgetful of the need for sleep, he went on rapidly:

"Out where you are going, Priscilla, there is a--a woman I love; she once
loved me. This must seem queer to you who have only known me as--as I now
seem. I will seem different to you when you have wakened up--seen other
kinds of men and women."

"Is she young--pretty?"

The senseless words escaped Priscilla's lips because quivering interest